"Are you Jian Cangfeng?"
Lang Tianzhong's face was grim, and suddenly a flash of red light appeared behind him, with a pair of blood-colored curved blades beginning to circle at his side.
His eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent, "What is your purpose in coming here? To mock the plight of Blood Bat Mountain? I'm afraid you had the life to come here, but you may not have the life to leave!"
He had heard of this fellow in front of him, who was among the most mediocre True Disciples of the Formless Divine Sect.
"You are wrong there," Jian Cangfeng shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips, "I've had enough of the mockery, now it's time to wrap things up for that junior brother."
"Wrap things up?"
Lang Tianzhong's expression was skeptical, but without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the pair of blood-colored curved blades and, merging with the shadows, slashed at Jian Cangfeng from a distance!
